The Saint Arrived in Person!

As the immortal body of the Immortal Weng of the South Pole exploded, a wisp of his True Spirit shot into the sky from the center of the Destruction, tearing through the heavens and flying straight toward the Investiture of the Gods.

High in the sky, the dazzling celestial light gradually dissipated, leaving only a void and a small, dimly lit, apricot-yellow flag that floated quietly in place.

The Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner.

This protective treasure, bestowed by Saint, lost all its divine power and became ordinary after the Immortal Weng of the South Pole perished, as no one activated it.

Zhao Gongming looked in the direction where the True Spirit had gone and let out a hearty laugh.

"Hahaha! Good! Good riddance!"

"Today, at least one was left!"

On the other side, Yang Jian withdrew his fist. He stared at the empty void, standing there coldly and without uttering a word.

Yang Jiao remained calm. He put away his Space Gourd and bowed to Zhao Gongming.

"Many thanks to Master Zhao for his help this time."

Zhao Gongming waved his hand, and with a wave, the Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner floated lightly into his hand.

He handed the Apricot Yellow Banner to Yang Jiao.

"In this battle, you three siblings made outstanding contributions. If it weren't for your miraculous spatial Magic Treasure, no one would have been able to stop the Immortal Weng of the South Pole today."

"This trophy rightfully belongs to you."

Yang Jiao looked at the Apricot Yellow Banner, but did not reach out to take it.

"Master Zhao is joking."

Yang Jiao shook his head, his expression respectful.

"This treasure belongs to Saint. My siblings and I are of shallow cultivation and lack the fortune to enjoy it."

"The Daoist is a direct disciple of the Saint and a Interception Sect student of the Jie Sect. It is only right that you keep this treasure."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gongming gave Yang Jiao a deep look, and his opinion of him rose a little higher.

This Yang Jiao, though young, is meticulous and acts with impeccable skill. It is truly remarkable that he can maintain such a clear mind in the face of the temptation of such a treasure.

He understood the three people's concerns.

These three siblings were afraid that Yuanshi Tianzun would settle scores with them in the future and demand the return of their Magic Treasure.

Indeed, although they are disciples of the Huoyun Cave, the Human Clan has no Saint.

If Yuanshi Tianzun were truly bullying the weak, they might not be able to protect this treasure.

But I am different.

He was Direct Disciple of the Tongtian Sect Master, and behind him stood the entire Interception Sect and another Saint.

If he took it, then it was the Interception Sect that took it.

If Yuanshi Tianzun wants it, he'll have to personally talk to his master about it.

Thinking of this, Zhao Gongming no longer declined, laughed heartily, and put away the Apricot Yellow Banner.

"Very well! Since Fellow Daoist Yang Jiao has put it that way, then this humble Daoist shall not refuse!"

He solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute to Yang Jiao and the other two.

"However, I am indebted to you siblings for this favor. If you ever need my help in the future, I will certainly not refuse."

Yang Jiao quickly returned the greeting.

"Master Zhao, you are too kind. Without your direct attack, we would not have been able to kill the Immortal Weng of the South Pole in one blow. This is what you deserve."

"One thing at Return to One time."

Zhao Gongming, however, was a straightforward person; he waved his hand.

"I'm helping you because I also want to kill the Immortal Weng of the South Pole and vent my anger."

"But you gave up this Magic Treasure; I must acknowledge this favor!"

Seeing his resolute attitude, Yang Jiao said no more.

For them, being able to gain a favor from Zhao Gongming, a powerful expert at the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm, was also a tremendous gain.

Kunlun Mountain, Jade Void Palace.

Inside that ancient palace, shrouded in endless pure and holy energy, the Yuanshi Tianzun, seated on a cloud bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

The moment the Immortal Weng of the South Pole's True Spirit rushed toward the Investiture Platform, he had already sensed it.

"Nanjixian Weng... has crashed?"

"How is that possible!"

A chilling rage instantly filled the entire Jade Void Palace.

The Immortal Weng of the South Pole was one of his most trusted disciples, in charge of all affairs of the Clarify Sect, and was also the face of Yuanshi Tianzun in the outside world.

On this trip down the mountain, he entrusted three top-tier Spirit Treasure —the Myriad Heavens Auspicious Cloud, the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, and the Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner— to Guangchengzi and others for protection.

With these three treasures, not to mention those juniors of the Interception Sect, even ordinary Quasi-Sage would not be able to harm them in the slightest!

But now, the True Spirit of Nanjixian Weng has been listed on that damned Investiture of the Gods of the Gods!

Who is it?

Who did it?

Yuanshi Tianzun was furious, but he was even more worried. If he could perish in Nanjixian Weng, wouldn't Guangchengzi and the others also be in imminent danger?

With a single movement, Yuanshi Tianzun left Jade Void Palace, tearing through the endless void, and headed straight for Sishui Pass.

He wanted to see who dared to kill his disciple!

The news of the Immortal Weng of the South Pole Immortal's demise naturally reached the two armies below.

Within the Xiqi army formation.

Ji Fa stared blankly at the final burst of celestial light high in the sky, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his hands and feet turning icy cold.

The Nanjixian Weng Immortal... just like that, he died?

Moreover, both Randeng Ran Deng and Immortal Yun Zhongzi fled in a sorry state!

It's all over, it's all over!

He grabbed Shen Gongbao's sleeve, his voice trembling with fear.

"Prime Minister! The Immortal of the Nanjixian Weng Pole has fallen!"

"We... we need to run for our lives! If we don't leave now, it'll be too late!"

Shen Gongbao was annoyed by being shaken, but he calmly pulled his sleeve back. His face, which always carried a hint of gloom, was unusually calm at this moment.

"Second Young Master, do not panic."

"We don't need to run away."

"Just watch, has Jiang Ziya given the order to attack us?"

Ji Fa was taken aback upon hearing this and subconsciously looked towards the Shang Army's camp. He saw that the Shang Army's formation was well-organized, but there was no sign of them launching an attack.

Shen Gongbao continued speaking at a leisurely pace.

"Last time our army suffered a great defeat, and the immortals fled in panic, didn't Jiang Ziya take the opportunity to attack us then?"

"Second Young Master, you must understand."

"The key to this war has never been with us."

"We are all safe until the Clarify Sect and the Interception Sect have truly determined a victor."

"What truly determines our life or death is not the outcome of this battle, but the result of the conflict between the two religions."

He paused, then looked up at the sky, as if he could see the game of Netherworld.

"Furthermore... Senior Brother Nanji was an important disciple under our master. Now that he has perished, do you think our master wouldn't sense it?"

"I believe that it won't be long before our master personally descends upon us."

"We'll be safe once Master arrives."

"But..."

Ji Fa still felt uneasy. He opened his mouth, as if to say something more.

At that very moment.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure descended from the Nine Heavens Above without warning!

Boom!

The entire world froze completely in that instant.

Throughout the entire Sishui Pass battlefield, whether it was the Shang Army cleaning up the battlefield or the terrified Xiqi army, all living beings felt their souls trembling at this moment.

Zhao Gongming, Yang Jian, the Saint Mother Huoling... all the immortals of the Interception Sect Jie Sect changed color.

Jiang Ziya suddenly raised his head, his face ashen.

Shen Gongbao was taken aback at first, then a look of joy appeared on his face.

It's here!

Master has arrived!

On the battlefield, everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked towards the source of the oppressive aura.

The clouds Nine Heavens Above silently parted to the sides.

Dao Body stepped out slowly, his feet treading on the void.